by Sam Hall
I leapt the distance between us, crashing into his side, forcing him on his belly in a growling scrabbling mess. I attacked fast, avoiding his razor sharp teeth and claws, and then snapped my fangs around his neck. It was as if I’d pushed a button. He lay half in, half out of the water, limp under my grip, and I remembered the taste of his blood. I wanted it, to close my jaws and rip out his throat, to take that blood into me, but I had other hungers that needed satisfying first. Not in this form, the voice said, you’ll need to shift back for this. My eyes flicked around me as I held the male pinned, looking for signs of threats. It was hard to discern, my nose clogged with the delicious scent of blood and receptive male. I pulled back from his neck, planting a paw on his chest and then with a twist, I was in my other form again.
Instantly the world seemed quieter, duller. I looked around, trying to recapture the sensory carpet I had been able to discern while Tirian, but it was lost until I turned again. I could call it, that form, I realised now, at a moment’s notice. We were the same coin and with a flip, you could get one side or the other.
“Jules.” I looked down and saw my hand was planted on the smooth chest of Finn. He licked his lips as my eyes raked his body, taking in that he was hard and thick for me. That’s what I needed, I felt a sharp hard twist of pleasure inside me as I felt how swollen and wet I was. My cunt dripped with need for him. He would slide in with ease, spreading me wide, just beyond that pinch of pain that settled into a hard, desperate bliss as he began to move. He watched me wide eyed as I placed one hand next to the other and started to lower myself down.
“Jules, no!” he said, and I snarled in response. How dare he stop me? He was there for my satisfaction, I had a need, and he was well-equipped to meet it. All he needed to do was sit there and enjoy the ride. “I need to get you ready. You’ve been lying in that bed for weeks, the water, and I’m…bigger. Let me make it good for you, Jules. You’re going to want it hard and often tonight, and for a while after that, probably. I don’t want you hurting any more, Jules. Please.”
He will make it more pleasurable for you, the voice in my head said. Why did I need him to do that? I knew exactly what would please me, he just needed to get on board. My cunt would be a vice, squeezing the pleasure from him as I took mine. Why did he not submit to this?
“Jules,” he murmured, shifting beneath me, my hands slipping to his shoulders as his lips grazed my body, glancing touches that made my skin come alive. When his mouth surrounded my nipple, I yipped as the demanding yet soft caress sent a wave of warmth through my body.
“Is this what you mean to do?” I gasped as he moved to lave the same attention on the other nipple.
“Mmm hmm…” he said, his teeth grazing my skin.
“Then let us get out of the water. I will permit this.”
“There’s a campsite about five minutes away. I didn’t have a chance to do much, but there is a bed roll there. Better than fucking in the dirt.”
“Take me there.”
20
I followed hard on his heels, holding myself back from what felt natural, striding off in front of him and leading the way. I heard his pants come as he ran down the dirt track, but I had barely raised a sweat by the time we reached the campsite. A warm fire crackled within a pit, and there beside it was the promised bed roll. “Lie down,” I said, ready now to satisfy this urge.
“Not quite yet,” he said. He held up a hand when I started to growl, and then fell to his knees, a pleasing posture. He looked up at me and then moved into my body, burying his head into the hollow of my hipbone before turning and placing hard, wet kisses on the skin, moving down and down until…
“Uh!” I cried in surprise. My legs were closed, and yet his tongue managed to worm its way into the top of my slit, the wriggle flicking hard against my most tender spot. My thighs spread automatically, and I grabbed his head, forcing it in deeper. He groaned as he shifted his angle, licking up and down my seam. I yelped, it was not enough and too much all at the same time.
“God, I can’t take this slow. Your scent is driving me mad,” he said, and then buried his face in me in earnest. I was alerting all around me to our presence, but I no longer cared. I could take on a hundred, a thousand of them, such was my desire. Inside, my cunt clenched as his tongue worked its way lower, to that achingly empty place that was dying to be filled. “Lie down, I can get to more of you,” he said, panting.
I laid down on the soft bedroll, and he was between my legs, pushing them wide in the next moment, a furious feeding thing. His tongue wiggled inside me, helping to abate the ache a little, but I needed something harder, faster. The pressure of his mouth and chin against my slit made me shift, jamming my body down harder, wanting, needing more. “You’re close,” he said, pulling back and then closing his lips around my clit.
I saw stars, my vision went white and then dissipated into a series of flashes as my pelvis tightened and ached in response to his sucking motions. It was coming, something huge. My whole pelvis began to shake, I couldn’t relax, couldn’t let this just happen. “Now Jules,” he murmured against my flesh and then jammed three hard fingers inside me.
“Uh… oh fuck!” I screamed. My body snapped tight around the intruders, then spasmed in wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. I felt cramps in my tailbone and up my spine, but that seemed to only make it more intense. I had barely finished when the fingers were pulled from me, and he shifted.
“You’ll want to be on top,” he said, rolling me over so I straddled him. He produced a small tube of clear liquid, and I watched open mouthed as he worked it onto his dick. “You can control how fast or how deep you want to go.”
Yeah, I could. I looked at him with slitted eyes, he was able to provoke great pleasure, but he seemed to be assuming that gave him more authority than it did. Nonetheless, there was a spot in me that needed to be stroked, and his fingers had been unable to reach, no matter how brutal. I nodded and moved over his cock, and then worked it up inside me. “Oh yeah…” I hissed. This was the real thing, what I really needed. The lips and fingers were nice, but only a prelude to this. An incredible sense of rightness settled over me, pleasure flickering up and down my spine as I felt the stretch. It was hard work, he wasn’t lying, he was big. A little bigger than I needed, but I couldn’t find the desire to stop. Instead, there was a terrible excitement, like this was some kind of cliff and I was just about to jump off of it.
“Ah!” I hissed as I felt a wrench of pain. I did not want pain, pain was the world I had spent all too long living in. His hand snaked up and his thumb began to circle my clit, which turned the pain into something else altogether. I worked myself up and down, up and down, letting my body grow used to the intrusion, finding myself going lower and lower.
“God, Jules, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he hissed. I smiled, of course he had. Then, I began to move in earnest.
It was like running as a Tirian, the drawn out, loping movements, but this wrung quite a different feeling. Each downward jerk of my hips forced his cock hard against my aching spot, his dick dragging against it, almost painfully, but making me feel most tremendously full. I felt an incredible swelling deep inside, as if each stroke forced more and more blood into my tender flesh, until I was bloated with pleasure. It sat oddly for a moment, how soft and swollen I felt, how hard he felt pushing into it.
“Jules…” he tried to grab my hips and slow me, afraid he wouldn’t be able to keep up, but I shook my head. He was there for my pleasure, I would take what I wanted from him, and if he failed me, I would not choose him to help me with it again. My eyes bore into his, and he seemed to realise this, his hands clawing at the bedroll, a vein popping out on his forehead as he strove to hold back. I smiled lazily, slowing my strokes somewhat, just revelling in the feeling of him in me. “Jules…please!”
“You don’t need to draw it out, princess.” My head whipped around, and I saw Slade appear, hard and naked from the darkness. “We’re all here for you.” He
dropped down to his knees behind me, and his big hands covered my breasts, his calluses rasping over my nipples as his lips trailed down my neck. “Let him come, and then move on to one of us. We’ll keep coming until you can’t.” His hand was a light pressure on my hip, yet somehow my pace picked up. I felt Finn buck beneath me, forcing himself up higher, probably too high, but I couldn’t seem to stop. “How about a bit of this?” Slade said as one hand slipped south and then flicked at my clit.
I no longer knew who was fucking who, everyone was moving, and the beautiful ache inside me was becoming bigger and bigger, expanding until there was nothing left but this horrible hunger. I needed more. Another hand plucked at my nipple and someone’s mouth fastened itself to mine, their tongue parting my lips, and I welcomed them into my throat. “So close…” someone gasped, and I knew what they meant. The fingers on my clit closed around my nub hard, almost pinching, then pulling the tender spot away from my body.
“Oh fuck…” I cried, and then it happened. A long, languorous trickle of pleasure radiated out from my cunt, which then erupted like an earthquake of ecstasy, the aftershocks felt all up my spine and down my legs. I pulled the cum from his body, my cunt like plucking fingers surrounding his hardness, forcing the tremulous spurts to burst within me. “Ah!”
“Come on, princess, let us take care of you while Finn has a rest.” I was plucked from my position and deposited into the arms of another man. I looked up to see Brandon. His eyes were wide, flicking down my body to the wet spill between my legs and then held my gaze.
“We haven’t…yet,” he said, “I thought I’d have some time to work up to it with you, but…”
“I want you,” I said, smelling his rich smoky smell. His breath seemed to catch in his chest. “I want you to be here. I want you in me.”
“Well, how about you come here and see what that mouth can do, while Brandon shows you what his does.” I turned to Slade who knelt before me, insolent expression plastered on his face. His smile grew wider as my gaze narrowed.
“I could gut you where you sit,” I snarled.
“Yeah? But you’ll have a lot more fun if you don’t. You want fucking, not fighting. You got that already, if the stink of blood on you means anything. I’ll give you what you want, you know that, princess. Any hole, any way, I’m your guy. As long as you can tell me how you want it. I’ll give you everything I have, but right now, I’m just asking for a little bit back. You’ve had a lot of meat in your mouth tonight, just take mine. Though, without the teeth if you can.”
I pulled myself from Brandon’s arms and stalked over to the smart mouthed man on all fours, and then grabbed his head and yanked him to me for a kiss. It was hard, and our lips stung as his tongue tangled with mine. I yanked myself away as the ache began to start again. I shoved Slade down onto the ground and then ran my nose down his body, smelling the sweat and the blood and the desire there. He had a gash across his hip, not too deep, and I trailed my tongue over it, tasting the residue. “That’s…uh…not the meat I was thinking,” Slade said.
“Shut up or I’ll fuck the other one.”
“Never really got off on pain before, but unnh…” he said as I dug my useless blunt teeth into him “But maybe moon madness is good for something. Now how about this?”
He shoved my head lower, but I stopped, easily holding off his straining muscles. He began to arch his hips up, trying to get the tip of his erection to graze my lips, but I pushed him back down with a finger. “Oh, god, princess! I would just about do anything right now if you’d… ahhh!” I slid his length into my mouth, swirling my tongue across his sensitive skin as he went deeper. “Oh fuck!” he yelped as I tilted my throat, and he went in further. I swallowed, the hard muscles closing around him. He tried to jerk free, “Too much, I’ll…”
“Don’t let him come too soon,” Brandon said, trailing long fingers up the backs of my thighs. I pulled back from my ministrations, leaving Slade gasping, and looked over my shoulder. Brandon just smiled, intently watching his fingers slide over my flesh, gentle enough to make me want it harder, almost tickling. His hands flattened over my buttocks, running his thumbs down the edges of my cunt without actually touching anything that begged to be stroked. Finally, he met my gaze. “If you go slowly, he can come in your mouth right at the moment you come with me inside you.” My eyes swivelled back to Slade, and I looked down at his twitching dick.
“Don’t come before I tell you to,” I said.
“Well, don’t fucking deep throat me. Do it all you like after this night, just not now.”
“I’ll do as I please,” I said and then ran my tongue up his length. Brandon’s hands began to move again. His fingers rewrote my flesh in a crisscross of pleasurable strokes, gentle and not too demanding in themselves, but the lack of contact with my throbbing core only made me pay more attention to what he was doing. Over time, a fingertip ran up the inside of my thigh, moving higher and higher, only to veer off and land on my butt, which had me cursing. My clit throbbed, even though he wouldn’t touch the bloody thing. It was amping up my pleasure, even as I fought the urge to snap orders at him. I bent my head and applied myself to my other task.
Wanting to savour his flesh now, I ran my tongue up and down Slade’s length, swirling and sweeping, much like Brandon’s strokes. He bucked his hips, trying to force it back into my mouth, but I pulled away, not resuming until he was flat against the ground. “I’m starting to wish I took the other end…oh!” I wrapped my lips around the head of his dick and sucked, hard. “Oh…oh…oh…” he began to pant. A sharp pinch on my butt cheek had me pulling away with a snarl.
“Don’t let him come too soon. All you have to do is keep him worked up until I’ve finished working you up.”
“Get on with it then!” I said.
“Why?” Brandon said with a smile. “This gets you hotter, will make you come harder. When I touch your clit…” My hips jerked as one of his fingers lightly grazed it. “…You feel it much more intensely. Do that to him, make him desperate, make him beg for it. You’re the queen, bring him to his knees.”
His words felt right, so I turned back to Slade and saw his eyes go wide as I dropped my head down to his groin. Brandon began his light trailing caresses again, this time up my inner thigh. He started at my knees and then drew long circles from there to my lower thigh, then again slightly higher, and again. My cunt clenched in anticipation of those fingers splitting me open and touching me where I wanted to be touched, but he stopped mid upward stroke and said, “Touch him.” Growling at being ordered around, I moved because I wanted those fingers in me, now. I stuck out my tongue and heard Slade hiss as I trailed the point of it up the throbbing vein that ran the length of his dick. His sound of pained pleasure was music to my ears. I traced the skin under the head, flicked it over the opening, collecting the weeping salty fluid there.
“Princess, please…” Slade gasped, and I smiled.
“That’s right,” Brandon said, and I was rewarded by his hand trailing along my seam. I laid my head against Slade’s hip and groaned. My skin had come alive, the hardness of his fingers against my slipperiness caught my whole attention. My legs widened instinctively, wanting to open myself to him, catch them in the mouth of my cunt and have them…
“You stop, I stop,” Brandon said.
“It occurs to me that I don’t necessarily need you at all,” I said, getting up on my knees and turning to him. I shifted until my body was over Slade’s, and then spread my legs and moved until my cunt was above his hard dick. His hands wrapped around my hips, and he held me as I worked the head against me, slowly shifting so he began to move inside. I closed my eyes, half in pleasure, half to mock my disobedient servant. “Oh, yes…” I gasped and rolled my head. I’d intended it to be more play, but the angle, the position was shoving against that place that always seemed to ache deep in me. “Mmm…” I arched my back, which only increased my pleasure. I snapped my hips and Slade’s fingers dug even deeper. I felt the tremor
s in his broad forearms. Dimly, I heard Brandon shuffle, but I focused on the task at hand, much more pleasurable, and then I gasped, eyes open wide. Brandon had moved between my legs and buried his head into my cunt. He looked up at me, frozen in motion, and then his lips closed around my clit.
“You’re gonna have to stay still for this, princess,” Slade grated, lowering my hips and then pushing himself up into me. My eyes rolled closed as the two of them got to work. The contrast of the silky soft caresses of Brandon’s tongue and his suckling mouth, and Slade’s rigid thrusts sent me limp, and I fought to keep myself upright. I felt at sea, tossed around by forces larger than me, my pleasure pulled from me rather than as a result of my own actions. This rankled me a little, but the dual sensations… I chose to surrender for this moment, they worked to maximise my pleasure. I could knock them back into line afterwards. Brandon’s lips became more demanding, sucking hard on my most sensitive spot, almost pulling the flesh from my bone and wringing intense sensations this side of pain and pleasure. The muscles in me grew tight and tense.
